She's not mine, but.....

Nose pressed against my top, she pads away at my stomach. All kitteny she quietly purrs.....

.....then all of a sudden as if she's got ants in her fur, she leaps up and trots off into another room.....

.....curled up in a tight bundle she's fast asleep......

......my top is now washed and hanging on the line so as to get rid of the fishy smell of dribble she covered the area with.